domingo, 1 de agosto de 2010

The Times They Are A Changing. Autor: Bob Dylan. OST: The Watchmen.

Come gather round people,
wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
around you have grown,
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched
to the bone

If your time to you is worth saving,
Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a changing...

Come writers and critics who prophesize
with your pens
And keep your eyes open,
the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon,
the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling
who that it's naming

Oh the loser will be later to win
For the times, they are a changing

Come senators, congressmen,
please head the call
Don't stand in the doorway,
don't block up the hall

For he that gets hurt will be her that has stalled
The battle outside ragging
will soon shake your windows

And rattle your hall
For the times, they are a changing

Come mothers and fathers all over this land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughter
are beyond your command
Your old role is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one
if you can't lend a hand
For the times they are a changing

The line, it is drawn,
the curse, it is cast
The slow one will later be fast
And the present now will soon be the past
The order is rapidly fading
The first one now will later be last
For the times, they are a changing...